It had a vibration which made some of his words organ-like in sound.

She felt the influence of it.

She said a little faintly, her fingers toying with a hydrangea: "I am afraid I do not understand.

There is no reason why you should not go to Greyhope without my permission." "I cannot go without it," he persisted.

"I am waiting for my commission from you." She dropped her hand from the flower with a little impatient motion.
She was tired, her head ached, she wanted to be alone.